Post by Faith Winters on Jun 25, 2010 8:19:18 GMT -5
Stumbling through a haze, down an alley, towards a now very familiar bar, Faith bumped into a bench and muttered an apology. Then realized what she had done and began laughing, shaking her head. Bad idea. It made her eyes blurry and her brain feel heavy. Drunk again, are we Faithy? she thought bitterly. Then remembered that she hardly ever drank these days, aside from the occasional beer. No, being drunk was no longer an everyday goal of hers.
Maybe that is why the couple of drinks she had at the hotel bar were hitting her so hard. But she was thinking that suspicious looking man was suspicious looking for a reason. He sure did smell like a criminal. He probably had slipped something into her drink, she thought it tasted a bit funny, but being a lycan meant her metabolism was fast. It hadn’t done more than slow her motor functions, give the allusion that she was much more drunk than she was supposed to be. Also explained the confused look he gave her when she got up and walked away perfectly fine. Ha.
Drawing in a deep breath, Faith rubbed a hand over her eyes, trying to clear her vision. When she opened her icy blues, she spotted her destination. Heading towards the bar, Faith braced herself as she opened the door, nostrils flaring instinctively. Searching for danger of course, but mainly searching for that familiar scent. There were only faint traces of it, older path trails. That meant she wasn’t working tonight. The thought filled the brunette with mixed emotions. Dismay that she wouldn’t see Rayne, and relief that… she wouldn’t see Rayne. But those emotions paled in comparison to the frustration that bubbled up in the pit of her stomach.
To say that Ray was playing her hot and cold would be an understatement. She was keeping Faith at arms length, occasionally drawing her closer, and occasionally hurling her across the room, literally. The last encounter they had was a combination of the two. A bit of soft discussion, followed by a bit of heated argument, and then somehow they ended up in Faiths hotel room. A bit of heavy petting and desperate gropes later, Faith heard the whirr of her zipper, felt the fabric of her jeans being tugged over her hips, and then felt a rush of cold air as she was flung from the bed, landing unceremoniously on the floor.
All she could do was sit there on the floor, blinking, as Ray muttered what she assumed were apologies, but could have been curses, and watched as the smaller girl took off out the door. Once her shock wore off, Faith had picked up a chair and smashed it. Frustrated lycans were not pleasant to be around. Another understatement. Her frustration had been growing at a steady rate these days, not getting any form of release that she needed. She tried to pour it all into running, but that would only go so far.
Shaking the thoughts from her head and pushing down her tension, Faith stumbled over to the bar, dropping onto a stool and ordering a shot, which she downed easily before ordering another. Gaze flickering around the bar, Faith wondered what sort of characters would be here this evening.
Maybe that is why the couple of drinks she had at the hotel bar were hitting her so hard. But she was thinking that suspicious looking man was suspicious looking for a reason. He sure did smell like a criminal. He probably had slipped something into her drink, she thought it tasted a bit funny, but being a lycan meant her metabolism was fast. It hadn’t done more than slow her motor functions, give the allusion that she was much more drunk than she was supposed to be. Also explained the confused look he gave her when she got up and walked away perfectly fine. Ha.
Drawing in a deep breath, Faith rubbed a hand over her eyes, trying to clear her vision. When she opened her icy blues, she spotted her destination. Heading towards the bar, Faith braced herself as she opened the door, nostrils flaring instinctively. Searching for danger of course, but mainly searching for that familiar scent. There were only faint traces of it, older path trails. That meant she wasn’t working tonight. The thought filled the brunette with mixed emotions. Dismay that she wouldn’t see Rayne, and relief that… she wouldn’t see Rayne. But those emotions paled in comparison to the frustration that bubbled up in the pit of her stomach.
To say that Ray was playing her hot and cold would be an understatement. She was keeping Faith at arms length, occasionally drawing her closer, and occasionally hurling her across the room, literally. The last encounter they had was a combination of the two. A bit of soft discussion, followed by a bit of heated argument, and then somehow they ended up in Faiths hotel room. A bit of heavy petting and desperate gropes later, Faith heard the whirr of her zipper, felt the fabric of her jeans being tugged over her hips, and then felt a rush of cold air as she was flung from the bed, landing unceremoniously on the floor.
All she could do was sit there on the floor, blinking, as Ray muttered what she assumed were apologies, but could have been curses, and watched as the smaller girl took off out the door. Once her shock wore off, Faith had picked up a chair and smashed it. Frustrated lycans were not pleasant to be around. Another understatement. Her frustration had been growing at a steady rate these days, not getting any form of release that she needed. She tried to pour it all into running, but that would only go so far.
Shaking the thoughts from her head and pushing down her tension, Faith stumbled over to the bar, dropping onto a stool and ordering a shot, which she downed easily before ordering another. Gaze flickering around the bar, Faith wondered what sort of characters would be here this evening.